the anticute

Sort of. Where did I go? I’ve been busy traveling and gestating a tiny human. For the last six weeks, I’ve been traveling every other weekend. First to Chicago, then Denver then finally San Francisco.

If you’ve known a pregnant lady, you know that food becomes the utmost important thing ever. So if I were to rate these places based on food alone, I would say that San Francisco was lovely and Denver made me cry. San Francisco (and surrounding area) is definitely a foody’s dream. In fact I ate so richly that after being there for four days, I craved really simple foods but I came home and made chicken marsala instead. Lots of lobster and seafood and chicken in wine reduction sauces. If only there weren’t a baby in my belly, I would’ve had room to stuff more in there. In Denver, I only had one great meal there and it was breakfast at Snooze. If you’re ever there, I recommend the pineapple pancakes.

To say that I’m glad to be home is an understatement. There’s so much stuff to be done to get ready for the baby’s arrival. My baby belly is already getting ridiculous: